[Long-legged girlfriend]

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I really like tall girls, with long legs and strong breasts. Compared to them
, while petite girls might pique my interest temporarily, tall girls are
far more attractive to me in the long run.

My first girlfriend in college was very tall, around 175cm. We were both young, and although we were sexually frustrated, our relationship only progressed
to casual sex and second base. We didn't have a place to live, we didn't have time, and although we spent a lot of time together, we lacked a suitable
place to "make love," so nothing progressed. She was very innocent, and I was young, so I often didn't dare to go too far.

Once, I went to her house to fix her computer. It was a very simple problem, and I fixed it in 10 minutes. She hugged me from behind as I fixed it.
I realized she dared to do this because her mother had already gone to work, and wouldn't
be back . That meant that for the entire 8 hours from then until evening, it would just be the two of us in the house. Thinking about this, I
suddenly became bold.

I moved her over and carried her to the bed. She was home alone wearing only a nightgown, and her breasts were
clearly . I positioned her head, she closed her eyes, and I began to kiss her.

One thing I find unforgettable about Ex is how sensitive she is to kissing. As soon as I start kissing her, whether on the face or hands, her
breathing immediately quickens, her eyes close tightly, her whole body seems to tense up, her face
flushes, and her breathing becomes heavy through her nose.

As usual, I took off her pajamas and kneaded her breasts. She kept her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, and occasionally
arched to meet my hands. Undoubtedly, she enjoyed the caresses.

I decided to take it a step further, intending to remove her pajama bottoms. "No…" she murmured softly,
covering her genitals with her hands. Several times, she blocked me, my crotch already throbbing unbearably
, but there was still no progress. I had no choice but to go back and climb on top of her again, kissing her lips to calm her down
.

Suddenly, I noticed a strip of cloth on the windowsill, used to hold the curtains closed.
My eyes lit up, I reached for the cloth, and while kissing my girlfriend, I pulled her hands behind
her back .

She noticed my intentions and tried to resist, but I didn't give her a chance. I flipped her over,
straddled tied her hands with strips of cloth. Looking back, although she was tall and even a bit muscular,
she was always limp, and her resistance to my advances was never very strong. I wasn't very strong, but
I could pry her arms off me. Although her cries started louder and she seemed panicked while I was tying her up,

her arms weren't strong enough to break free from my grasp...

When I flipped her back over and placed her on the bed, pressing between her legs, she had no chance
to resist . Her eyes were still tightly closed, her breathing was heavy, her face was flushed, and her chest was heaving.

I pulled down her pajama bottoms and underwear. She shouted "No!" and tried to squeeze her legs together and twist her body to resist,
but it was all in vain. I saw her paradise for the first time. When I began to gently knead her
clitoris with my index finger and thumb, her cries slowly turned into moans and groans.

I gently inserted my finger; it was a little tight and not easy to go in. She trembled violently,
screaming "No!" again in a pitiful cry, but her eyes remained closed. She seemed to be trying to lift her head, but
with her hands tied behind her back and her legs spread wide apart, she couldn't struggle any further…

I slowly inserted two fingers, and fluid began to flow out, not much at first, but gradually increasing. I
stopped and started taking off my underwear, but not my shirt. I lifted her legs, guiding my penis
with one hand, and entered her.

It felt good inside, warm and full, I felt a strong, oppressive pressure; it was tight, and I could even
feel the pressure on my penis as her body trembled. I began thrusting, and she started moaning,
still with her eyes tightly closed and her brow furrowed.

I became more violent, increasing the amplitude and force of my movements, as if I couldn't pierce her head. She
had already released a lot of fluid, and I rhythmically slapped her body, making a slapping sound. She cried out in pain, gritting her teeth, but
I didn't stop.

...

I finally conquered her for the first time. Even after I ejaculated on her stomach, she lay there, her lips
twitching , her whole body still trembling, I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the earlier abuse.

I washed myself, dried her off, changed her underwear, put her in pajama bottoms, and
untied hands—the fabric strips had already made her hands red—I felt a pang of guilt. As soon as I released her hands, she
pulled me close, hugging me tightly, and we lay there on the bed. Throughout the whole ordeal, she
didn't open her eyes. I kept kissing her nose, her face, kissing her for a long time until we had to separate.

After the first time, there was a second. She said I was her first man. I didn't know if that was true, because it
didn't matter to me. But the advantage of being her man was that I could often find her when no one was home
and make love to her. I'm not tall; she could easily surpass me in heels, so I often had to
stand on a step to embrace her head. However, this didn't stop us from having sex. When I made
her kneel on the carpet in high heels and give me oral sex, all my beastly, perverse desires were finally
unleashed. I started trying all sorts of methods with her, many times it wasn't even really sex,
because I felt it was mostly torture. At first, she would resist, even fiercely, but each time
I conquered her and brought her pleasure in some way, the next time it was just routine. Whenever
I had a need, she would help me achieve it, even if she hesitated.

I remember that at that time, her class monitor didn't know about our relationship. He wrote her love letters every day and
sent her flowers from time to time. Although she repeatedly rejected his kindness, he persisted. I was fortunate enough to read those
words ; they were very pure and poignant. I think even I, as a girl, was moved by them. Unfortunately, I had already won over my girlfriend.
While the class monitor was upstairs wasting another precious afternoon writing those idyllic love poems, I
was in her house, rubbing her breasts with my toes and falling into a deep sleep with my penis in her mouth.

Later, we parted ways. She left my city and went to a top university in America, spending her days giving...
Experiments were conducted on organisms with only a few hundred cells, attempting to contribute to humanity. I remember her saying that if she had
the chance to discover and obtain the naming rights to a new protein, she would use the first letters of both her and my names, and I was very
happy.

We hadn't broken up when she left; her mother would still call me, asking me to fix their
family's nearly empty but constantly broken computer.

Later, our class monitor finally received an offer from a private university in the American South,
and he and my girlfriend disappeared across the ocean. However, her mother seemed completely unaware, even calling me to fix the computer six months
later . Of course, she must have known something;
she didn't even wait for me to come back the following week before thanking me profusely and saying I didn't need to come anymore.

Now I've been here for a long time. She lives very close to me; I even know which building and which
room for her experiments—she told me in detail. Unfortunately, I no longer have the desire to see her. After her, I
haven't dated any tall girlfriends. I think my long legs have become my fantasy for her
. I no longer want to sleep with a woman like that. When I was thrusting into her on the edge of the bed, her legs dangled over
the edge, swaying gracefully in rhythm with me, drawing long, elegant arcs, and swaying in the air with moans.
It was a beautiful sight.

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